B’more

I was born and raised just outside of Baltimore. Sometimes, I find myself missing it a little.

Granted, we only live about an hour south, but Baltimore is not a city that my husband feels any nostalgic attachment to, so we don’t visit the actual city often. And if I am being honest,  I don’t want to live there – I only occasionally want to visit.

So the next time I feel a little sad and sniffly about missing the character of my hometown, I can dry my tears with this handkerchief I whipped up last night.

Aw man, now I want to go duckpin bowling! (Which in my mind is actually the only way to bowl – who needs a big ball anyway?)